TAEHYUNG'S POV Did he really ask if he was safe with us? What the hell is that supposed to mean?! Yeah, maybe we're dangerous, but it's not like we're going to kill him!
This just explains why he always growls at ME... not Yoongi...
( 5 minutes later🐓) I see Jungkook walking down stairs while wearing his cute bathrobe... by cute I mean sexy.
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THIRD PERSON Jungkook goes into the kitchen to get banana milk from the fridge, while the rest of the boys were in the living room playing on their phones, or watching TV.
Jungkook walked over to the boys to try and get their attention... "Hyungs~" he whines. They didn't budge. "Jimin Hyung~~~" he sits on Jimin's lap. "Baby, I'm busy. Don't bother me right now." Jimin says. Still focused on his phone. "Hyung!" Jungkook yells.
Jimin glances at the others and pushes Jungkook off of his lap. "Hyungs? Where are you going?" They left the house. Slamming the door.
"What. The. FUCK!!!" Jungkook growls.
His breathing starts to increase while his eyes turn red. He starts to shift into his wold hybrid screaming in anger.
"NO! NO! NO!!! THEY DON'T HATE ME!!! No... no, they don't... they don't hate me..." he breaks down into tears kicking things around. "Fine.."
Jungkook goes into his owner's rooms. Looking through everything. He knocks something over. Oops. Tae's Gucci watch... he steps on the watch. "Oh no... it's broken!" Jungkook says smiling.
He starts throwing stuff around and flipping things over. "Have fun organizing, Tae!" Jungkook chirps out.
"Next room!"
( After he ruined all of the rooms.)
"I wanna be FREE already...the club sounds fun. I forgot to do my job anyways." Jungkook says to himself.
Before he leaves, he changes into his jobs uniform.
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He ruffles his hair and winks at himself, sticking a lollipop in his mouth. "Let's get this bread." He kicks open the door, slamming it shut behind him... just like they did.
He makes his way toward the club and gets a sudden phone call from "Jin". He throws his phone onto the floor and stomps on it, walking away. He gave the bodyguard a stack of money and he walks inside looking for his manager. He goes back outside and asks the bodyguard where his boss is. "He's in his office." Jungkook nods, walking back inside.
NAMJOON'S POV I see a boy walking towards the club, with a lollipop in his mouth. With... a name tag on? "Guys... can we check up on Kook?" I asked. We all nod and Jin Hyung pulls out his phone. It starts ringing... and so does that boy's phone. He tossed his phone to the ground and stomped on it. He goes inside and hands the man a stack of money. I go to his phone and look at who called him just to make sure it wasn't Jin Hyung... but, it was. I ran over to them showing them the phone. "I-is he really here... did he really show up? After we did that?" Jimin asked. "Well, no shit. It's a damn club. We all have nothing to do with it, Jamless." Yoongi Hyung spat. "Can we just go inside?!" Taehyung asks. "Ok." I say.
We head to the door and give the man a briefcase and walk inside. "We have to look-..." I see Jungkook going to a private room, knocking on it. Somebody opens it and holds him by his waist. My blood starts to boil and I feel my face turning purple. The others were ready to go beat that guy up. "That can't be him..." Hobi Hyung says. They watch as the door closes behind the two, while the club was really loud... they didn't know what was going on.
Soon after, we see Jungkook walking out with his hair messed up and swollen lips. He heads towards the stage and hops up on the pole moving to the rhythm of the song. "Mr. Nice Guy." By Wengie and Inigo.
"I know what I like. They're not my type. Looked in your eyes, had to look twice, you give me that ice.
Why you so harsh, boy. Breaking my heart, boy. The way that you're shaking it makin' me wanna take shots in the dark, boy.
You don't have to, work it oh no. You say come and, I'm gon' follow. I treat you like a... a shooting star. You don't have to work at all.
Let me be the thing you wish for all your life. I will do the work so don't gotta try, I'll never be the one to make you cry. ( Ain't you glad you met your, Mr, Mr. Nice guy?)
Let me be the love you dreamed of every night. Imma take it off your shoulders, you can rest your eyes. I'll never be the one to make you cry. ( Ain't you glad you met your Mr, Mr.Nice guy.)"
( I'm ending it here, hehe.)
Jungkook gets off of the pole, panting while bowing. He gets off of the stage and goes back to that... private room. We all go to the door to listen into their conversation. "Good job, baby boy. You sure made everyone happy. Even my little friend here. I'm giving you a raise kookie, only because you're so cute and tiny-..." I slam the door open. A dog ascends from behind the counter growling at the boys. "See, he was happy when you weren't here... can I help you?" The man asks. "Yes. This is out hybrid so... why are you calling him baby boy. And cute, and that other bullshit?" I ask. "Wow. You guys don't remember me?" He doesn't look- OH!!! Oh... OH!!!!!!!! He's the shop keeper. The one that threatened us. "Well... first of all he told me about you guys ignoring him and slamming the door. So he came to me. I'd like to take him back... so give me the money..." he holds out his hand.
"Look... buddy, just give our fucking Jungkook back."
"Right fucking now..." I say as I take out my gun.
